Cherrypicked stories

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Verity Jones

Her T-shirt soaking wet, I gave her mine.
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A Small Gift

Each word seared Sally’s mind. Their desire and need swept away her caution. His hand slid beneath her skirt, stroked her thigh, fingertips sliding beneath underwear, touching, teasing.
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Fall to the Ocean

The heat melted the air above the pool, the desert beyond unresolved, a smear of browns and golds, the sky a big, stupid blue.
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What I Remember

Inspiration Point
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This Prison

I wake to a blue and yellow pastel dawn Chalked with white clouds And I know I dreamt about you again.
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Distances in distances

I had boring dreams the night before we met. Seagulls were stunt kites shaped like seagulls. Meanwhile, outside the dream: the roof coughed up slate, a mad gate did its nut, unhinged.
Story of the week

Or How I Learnt To Stop Worrying And Love An Owl

A heroic odyssey of one small owl's fight against bulbous adversity. Will good triumph over obesity? Will maritime law be observed? Will anyone even get this far into the teaser?
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Faith

Everyone, most of all Jim, knew he had no ‘Faith'. He shook his head, annoyed. No whispered prayer would bring this girl back to life.
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Room Five is Mrs. Jenkins

... or could be any one of us.
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Janus

An oldie.
Poem of the week

He Brings a Tut

I try not to hate the school kids as I'm sitting on the bus hating the school kids.
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Grumpy Pants

When I woke up this morning, I couldn't find my happy trousers so I had to put on my grumpy pants instead. I didn't want to put them on, They're scratchy and itchy And make me cranky.
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feelings of scared

“We’d better microchip the children,” said Plummer – a bald man – matter of factly. “I’ve been thinking.” He nodded as he spoke in a way that was unsettling to focus on.
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Always Read the Label Chapter 26 Little Bird are you Happy in Your Cage?

What did I expect? An amusement park with bright flashing lights? It was for keeping people in and didn't need to be a tourist attraction to keep the visitors coming.
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Songwriter's Night

The Little Theatre I Possibly Am - Inspiration Point
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A Touch of Red

Each day that passes she dies a little more ...
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Dancing with a Tiger

It was a Sunday morning, wet and cheerless. Along the street the merriment of the church bell of ‘The Immaculate Conception of the Virgin Mary’ ding donged its way to 5am.
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The carpet washer

All Joyce wants to do is make a cup to tea for the workman. But something about them is troubling her. They are not all they appear to be...
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Outside the Hewitt, June

Poem about meeting someone for the first time and them making non-starter of a night, start.

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